When I woke up I spent some time in bed scrolling through my newsfeed ect. I got up to go downstairs and realised my stupid fucking sister was sleeping in my mums room with mum. So I'm thinking oh it's 6:30pm and nobody has got up to make iftar (food) so why don't I make iftar instead. I was planning on making chicken breast pasta with mixed peppers and creamy sauce. I was going to make the springrolls aswel and the soup was already made. I look in the fridge and it's half empty and half the ingredients aren't there. So I got changed went to the shop PAYED for the ingredients using my OWN FUCKING MONEY. I come in the house and I start preparing it chopping up the mixed peppers ect and my "mum" comes from downstairs and it's around 8:00 now and she's like "what making" I was like pasta for iftar and she has this confused disagreeing face and she's like oh your sister and me doesn't like that pasta you make she told me. And then she says just

Make it for yourself and I'll make her something. I LITERALLY WALKED TO THE SHOP IN THE POURING RAIN SPENT A FUCKING TENNA OF MY MONEU FOR INGREDIENTS FOR HER TO COMPLETELY DISMISS MY EFFORT. What the fuck is the point of me even trying she always complains about how I never COOK. And how I'm never going to be a good housewife if I don't know how to COOK and YET WHEN I DO DUCKING TRY SHE FUCKS ME OFFF. I'm so pissed off like I just wanna move out. she's never ducking happy with what I do. So I start making my food and she slowly starts to take over and do it herself. What's the fucking point of that? I may aswel have payed for a stupid ready meal it would have been easier for me then after she's like oh go to the shop for some tomatoes. IS SHE FOR FUCKING REAL I HAD TO GO TO THE SHOP AGAIN to get her ingredient. It's so frustrating living with her. Please give me some ducking TIPS on how to NOT MURDER ANYONE